Zhao Xu was a little difficult to accept, and the retelling was even more deviant, but Gao Taotao could hear more. Then he felt incredible and magical. He also felt annoyed in his heart that Zheng Lang and Sanniang died at the wrong time. If he didn't die, he could gain a lot of knowledge through his son's letters. Now that his son returned to the palace, he could learn nothing.

When Zhao Xu asked, she was a little lost and answered unconsciously: "I made a mistake, and I can't blame him all, let alone ignore it. Your Majesty is restrained."

"What's wrong?" Zhao Xu was even more curious.

Gao Taotao woke up and shouted, "It's not what you can ask about now, otherwise Zheng Lang would have told you a long time ago."

"Here," Zhao Xu retreated depressedly.

Zheng Lang took the emperor's grandson and the princess across the capital without entering. Many people witnessed it with their own eyes and spread quickly. This is the real noble character, capable, and regard wealth as dirt. It also spread to Han Qi's ears and snorted coldly. He admitted that Zheng Langde was good, but can this reputation be eaten?

On the surface, this is the case.

The higher the performance of Zheng Lang, the more disappointed you are. You are determined to be Lin Hejing, but you don’t raise the big flag. What should we do?

Some supporters gradually turned against each other, and Zheng Lang did not enter the court, and his strength was weakening step by step.

Actually it was wrong.

Since Fan Zhongyan, fame has been used as a food, although apart from Fan Zhongyan, the so-called good reputation is not so qualified. Not only can this reputation be used as a food, but it will also become the deadliest weapon. Just like Fan Zhongyan retreated three times, how could Fan Zhongyan compare with Zheng Lang now?

But it may not be so black-hearted.

Without Sanniang's death, Zheng Lang was also ready to take this move. After the river work, he would have to retreat. Can he help Zhao Xuxing?

If he is given a prince, he will not help Zhao Zongshi assist in the administration.

Zheng Lang's light wind and clouds made his supporters seem to be less and less. In fact, the moment the ship sailed onto the Jinshui River, a larger storm had accumulated over the Song Dynasty.

Cui Xian wiped Zheng Lang's tears with her handkerchief and said, "Officials, you miss Your Majesty, why didn't you enter the palace just now?"

Not entering the palace is certainly a righteous deed, but what can I do if I go to the palace to talk about it in the name of sending the emperor's grandson and the princess to the palace?

"I feel ashamed."

The warm winter for several years has brought great convenience to the river workers, but this is the twelfth lunar month and it is finally very cold. When the cold wind blows, Zheng Lang can't help but shivering.

"Let's get into the cabin. I've been tired from entering the official business over the years. I just happened to go back to Zhengzhou to rest," Cui Xian advised.

Cui Xian still doesn't understand Zheng Lang's feelings for Zhao Zhen. He knows that the emperor is good to his husband, but he doesn't know whether it is joy or sorrow. It is precisely because the emperor treats his husband so well that his husband's life is bumpy.

"I have to prepare for several years to rest." Zheng Lang said. It takes at least four years, but Zheng Lang cannot speak out, and said again: "By the way, take the time to cultivate all Confucianism."

"This is also a serious matter. I often hear you tell Your Highness the way to govern the country. Practicing Confucianism is also a kind of superior. Correcting our thoughts and understanding is no less than that of a river craftsman." Cui Xian was a little happy. Her husband practiced Confucianism again, so he could at least stay in Zhengzhou for several years, live a safe and family reunion life.

"If we can really correct it, it will be more than just a river craftsman, but ten river craftsmanship are not enough," Zheng Lang shook his head. Even if he cultivated all Confucianism, he could only make some of them recognized, and it would not be possible for all scholars and officials to recognize them. Of course, this project is even more vast and long, and it has to be done step by step. Maybe in two hundred and three hundred years, his Confucianism will be truly recognized. Don't count on it now, but I can only broaden the ideas of some advancers.

"It's a pity that there are not many Saburos to help you this time." Cui Xian said, turning his head to look at Zheng Ru and Zheng Yan, and saying, "You two wooden fish heads were said to be Yan Rong and dull, and you are not as good as him."

The two adopted sons were stuttering and dared not speak out.

Cui Xian said again: "It's just right for the official to be admitted. You can teach them by the way. They are the children of our Zheng family."

What to do?

A son could not recognize him, so he had to put his strength on his two adopted sons. Zheng Lang was famous and could not even win a Jinshi. Zheng Lang smiled bitterly, even if he taught himself, his two adopted sons might not be able to win a Jinshi.

Qualification issues, diligence can make up for shortcomings, but the qualifications are too poor, how can I pass the Jinshi exam? The admission rate alone makes me feel daunted.

The ship arrived in Zhengzhou and got ashore. Countless officials and gentry welcomed him. Zheng Lang retreated. In the past, who dared to underestimate Zheng Lang?

He politely made a few words with the local gentry and returned to Zhengjiazhuang with his coffin. The new chief of the elders brought the villagers out of the village. He was the son of the former chief of the elders. However, under the leadership of the Zheng family workshop, Zhengjiazhuang had great changes. A wide road leads directly to Zhengzhou City. Many new houses appeared in the village, but there were still poor households, which were inevitable. Zhong Yi was transferred back to the capital to work. He took the lead when he heard the news and brought Zheng Ping and his son to Zhengjiazhuang. However, Zheng Hang's side was probably unable to return in time because Wang went straight to the job.

Sanniang was buried grandly, but Zheng Jiaxin was worried. When the old sister passed away, Si Niang was sad and could not recover. After Sanniang was buried, Si Niang fell ill in bed.

After Zhao Zhen heard about it, he sent an envoy to Zhengjiazhuang to express his condolences.

In fact, when Zheng Lang left Yunzhou, the ministers wrote a letter to Zhao Xu to return to the capital. He never reported it. He was also selfish. Although Li Gui's surname was Li, he was a descendant of the Zheng family and fulfilled his filial piety. The idea was good, but the truth could not be revealed, and the ministers could not understand it, and they were helpless.

The Chinese envoy is here, and New Year's Day is here.

As people's lives get better, the festive elements become stronger, and every household sets off countless firecrackers.

However, Zheng Lang put down the books in his hand from time to time, walked out of the spirit shed, and looked into the east. In another month, a major event would happen in history. Zhao Zhen sent an envoy to visit Si Niang, but Zheng Lang was always anxious about him during this period.
Chapter completed!